I Hope You Like It. And I'll Be Okay If You Don't.

You put something out there. A post, a project, an idea. And then you sit there refreshing, waiting to find out if it was any good.

I know, because I just did it.

I shared my book, and then I got the first like on the reel about it. One like. And suddenly my brain had a whole lot to say.

I hope people go to my website. I hope they like it. I hope they're impressed.

Then came the other side: What if they read it and wonder what the fuck I'm doing?

I caught myself wanting to shut all of that down. I wanted to say, "Who cares if anybody reads it?" But that wouldn't be completely honest. I do care. I put a piece of myself out there, and I hope it reaches someone.

I also don't want anyone's reaction to decide how I feel about myself.

I had fun building my website. I love how it feels. And I wrote a book because I wanted to finally see one of my ideas all the way through. I've started so many things in my life. I've had ideas that stayed ideas until they felt heavy to carry around. This time, I finished something.

It's mine. And when I read it back, I thought, You know what? This isn't fucking terrible. Why not share it?

That was enough of a reason.

Caring what people think isn't the problem. Letting it decide whether what I made counts... that's the part I'm not willing to do.

I don't have to talk myself out of caring. I just have to remember why I did it before anyone else had an opinion.

And whatever you put out there, your reason for doing it still counts, no matter how many likes it gets.

Always, be real. ♥